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... smaller , And shaped like a bow ; But now she's grown bigger , And round as an O. Pretty moon , pretty moon , How you shine on the door , And make it all bright On my nursery floor ! You shine on my playthings , And show me their II III.
... smaller , And shaped like a bow ; But now she's grown bigger , And round as an O. Pretty moon , pretty moon , How you shine on the door , And make it all bright On my nursery floor ! You shine on my playthings , And show me their II III.
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... night is past ; And the curtains warm are spread Round about her cradle - bed : So till morning shineth bright Little baby dear , good night ! ANN AND JANE TAYLOR . For Those a Little Older A Bunch of Lent Lilies 18 Ann and Jane Taylor.
... night is past ; And the curtains warm are spread Round about her cradle - bed : So till morning shineth bright Little baby dear , good night ! ANN AND JANE TAYLOR . For Those a Little Older A Bunch of Lent Lilies 18 Ann and Jane Taylor.
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... round ! Ere the early dew can go We must clear the ground . Such a lot to do , dear , Such a lot to see ! How we ever can get through Fairly puzzles me . Hurry up and out , dear , Then - away ! away ! In and out and round about , Here's ...
... round ! Ere the early dew can go We must clear the ground . Such a lot to do , dear , Such a lot to see ! How we ever can get through Fairly puzzles me . Hurry up and out , dear , Then - away ! away ! In and out and round about , Here's ...
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... round her happy brow , A golden fillet round her brow , And rubies in her hair . SYDNEY DOBELL . The Call of the Woods Under the greenwood tree , Who loves to lie with me , And tune his merry note Unto the sweet bird's throat , Come ...
... round her happy brow , A golden fillet round her brow , And rubies in her hair . SYDNEY DOBELL . The Call of the Woods Under the greenwood tree , Who loves to lie with me , And tune his merry note Unto the sweet bird's throat , Come ...
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Kenneth Grahame. Contentment Once on a time an old red hen Went strutting round with pompous clucks , For she had little babies ten , A part of which were tiny ducks . " Tis very rare that hens , " said she , " Have baby ducks as well as ...
Kenneth Grahame. Contentment Once on a time an old red hen Went strutting round with pompous clucks , For she had little babies ten , A part of which were tiny ducks . " Tis very rare that hens , " said she , " Have baby ducks as well as ...
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Palavras e frases frequentes
baby beautiful bell birds Blow high blow low Blynken bonny coasts bower brave bright Camelot Children dear cloud Clusium coasts of Barbary cried dance dead deep doth dream earth Echo EUGENE FIELD eyes fairy father field flowers fountain gleam glory green grey Hark hath hear heard hearts riding heaven hill Horatius invar JAMES HOGG KENNETH GRAHAME Kilmeny King Lady of Shalott land Lars Porsena light look look'd Lord LORD TENNYSON loud lulla lullaby Maid merry moon morn never night o'er poems rain Ring river ROBERT HERRICK Robin Rome rose round run the tubs sailed Samian wine seaman to go sing Slapton sleep smiled smuggler snow song sound spake stars stood stream sweet thee thou Tournament towers tree tubs at Slapton Twas vision voice waves wild WILLIAM ALLINGHAM WILLIAM BLAKE WILLIAM WORDSWORTH wind wine Wynken
Passagens conhecidas
Página 194 - So stately his form, and so lovely her face, That never a hall such a galliard did grace; While her mother did fret, and her father did fume, And the bridegroom stood dangling his bonnet and plume; And the bride-maidens whispered, " 'Twere better by far To have matched our fair cousin with young Lochinvar.
Página 157 - The isles of Greece ! the isles of Greece ! Where burning Sappho loved and sung, Where grew the arts of war and peace, Where Delos rose, and Phoebus sprung!
Página 128 - Maenad, even from the dim verge Of the horizon to the zenith's height, The locks of the approaching storm. Thou dirge Of the dying year, to which this closing night Will be the dome of a vast sepulchre, Vaulted with all thy congregated might Of vapours, from whose solid atmosphere Black rain, and fire, and hail, will burst : Oh hear!
Página 161 - Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord; He is trampling out the vintage where the grapes of wrath are stored; He hath loosed the fateful lightning of his terrible swift sword. His truth is marching on.
Página 73 - I'll tell thee: He is called by thy name, For He calls Himself a Lamb. He is meek, and He is mild ; He became a little child. I a child, and thou a lamb, We are called by his name. Little Lamb,- God bless thee...
Página 80 - Piping down the valleys wild, Piping songs of pleasant glee, On a cloud I saw a child, And he laughing said to me : — ' Pipe a song about a lamb : ' So I piped with merry cheer. ' Piper, pipe that song again : ' So I piped ; he wept to hear.
Página 155 - Ah ! then and there was hurrying to and fro, And gathering tears, and tremblings of distress, And cheeks all pale, which but an hour ago Blush'd at the praise of their own loveliness ; And there were sudden partings, such as press The life from out young hearts, and choking sighs, Which ne'er might be repeated...
Página 58 - Philomel with melody Sing in our sweet lullaby. Lulla, lulla, lullaby; lulla, lulla, lullaby. Never harm Nor spell nor charm Come our lovely lady nigh. So good night, with lullaby.
Página 135 - QUEEN and huntress, chaste and fair, Now the sun is laid to sleep, Seated in thy silver chair, State in wonted manner keep: Hesperus entreats thy light, Goddess, excellently bright! Earth, let not thy envious shade Dare itself to interpose: Cynthia's shining orb was made Heaven to clear when day did close: Bless us then with wished sight, Goddess, excellently bright!
Página 140 - The spirits of your fathers Shall start from every wave; For the deck it was their field of fame, And Ocean was their grave : Where Blake and mighty Nelson fell, Your manly hearts shall glow, As ye sweep through the deep, While the stormy winds do blow...